Chapter 160
Eleanor POV
Tears welled and spilled over my lashes, tracing hot paths down my cheeks as I pumped him faster, the wet sounds of skin on skin
filling the quiet room, mingling with his restrained gasps. Each stroke was a plea of my own-proof, I needed proof that this
connection wasn’t illusory, that in the raw vulnerability of our bodies, we could reclaim something lost.
The snow outside tapped insistently against the window, a rhythmic counterpoint to our breathing, the world beyond fading into
irrelevance.
I shifted downward, positioning myself between his spread legs, my face level with his cock. It stood proud, the shaft glistening
from my hand’s work, the head weeping more pre-cum that I licked away with a slow swipe of my tongue, savoring the salty tang He groaned low in his throat, his fingers flexing in the sheets but not reaching for me, his submission absolute.
I took him into my mouth inch by inch, lips stretching around the girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside as I sucked him deeper. The musky scent of his arousal enveloped me, heady and intimate, as I bobbed my head, hollowing my cheeks to increase the suction. Saliva dripped down his length, coating his balls, which I cupped gently in one hand, rolling them as I worked him with
mouth and fist in tandem.
His breaths came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving, but he whispered no commands, only soft murmurs of my name-“Eleanor…”- laden with reverence. Tears continued to flow from my eyes, dripping onto his thighs as I pleasured him, my throat relaxing to take him deeper, the tip brushing the back of my mouth. The act was cathartic, a way to dominate the pain, to seek affirmation in his
yielding form.
Reluctantly, I released him with a slick pop, my lips swollen and tingling, and climbed back up his body. Straddling him once more, I aligned his cock with my entrance, the head nudging my slick folds, parting them as I sank down slowly. The stretch was exquisite, a burn that bordered on pain but bloomed into pleasure as he filled me completely, inch by thick inch, until my clit ground against
his pubic bone.
A sob escaped me, tears blurring my vision as I began to move, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles, feeling every ridge and
vein drag against my inner walls.
He watched me with eyes full of quiet devotion, his hands sliding up my thighs to my hips, not guiding but supporting, his thumbs brushing my skin in feather-light touches. “Tell me… what you need,” he whispered humbly, his voice rough with restraint, tears
glistening in his own eyes now, mirroring mine.
“Just you… like this, I managed, my voice cracking as I rode him harder, lifting and slamming down, the slap of flesh echoing in the room. My breasts bounced with each thrust, nipples aching, and I pinched one myself, heightening the sensation. The friction on my clit built a coiling tension in my core, pleasure radiating outward like heat from a fire. Outside, the wind gusted, rattling the panes,
snow swirling in eddies that caught the light, creating a hypnotic backdrop to our union-a winter dream where pain and passion
intertwined.
My movements grew frantic, hips grinding desperately as the orgasm neared, tears streaming freely down my face in a release of
pent-up emotion. “Derek…” I gasped, my walls fluttering around him.
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“Let go… for me.” he encouraged softly, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight, gentle circles that pushed me over the edge. The climax shattered through me, my body convulsing, pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock as waves of ecstasy crashed over
mè, sobs wracking my frame. I collapsed forward, forehead against his chest, aftershocks trembling through us both.
He held me close, his cock still buried deep, hard and pulsing but unmoving, his arms a gentle cage of warmth. As my breathing
steadied, I lifted my head, wiping tears with the back of my hand.
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Sooooo getting down and dirty was all she needed to fix their relationship, plus his submission. Im done, this is ridiculous
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